John Tosswill realised that Timmy might some day grow up to do him credit.

Timmy really loved learning, and it was a pleasure to the scholar to teach his clever, impish, youngest son.
* * * * * Meanwhile Janet, who had remained on in the drawing-room, got up from the sofa and, going into the corridor, opened the dining-room door.

For some moments she stood there, unseen, watching the eager party gathered round the table, and as she did so, she looked with a curious, yearning feeling at each of the young folk in turn.
How changed, how utterly changed, they all were since Godfrey Radmore had last been in that familiar room! The least changed, of course, was Betty.
To her step-mother's partial eyes, Betty Tosswill, at twenty-eight, was still an extraordinarily charming and young-looking creature.

Had her nose been rather less retrousse, her generous, full-lipped mouth just a little smaller, her brown hair either much darker, or really fair, as was Rosamund's, she would have been exceptionally pretty.

What to the discriminating made her so much more attractive than either of her younger sisters was her look of intelligence and quiet humour.